My Front Yard in Fall

Okay, maybe not "my front yard," but George lets me borrow it to walk the dogs. It's rather less of a yard and rather more of a farm... a large one, between George's house on Middle Rd. and all the way out to Otter Creek. I could walk for hours out there -- there's the room and beauty enough to do it. A few photos I've snapped in the last couple weeks:


And a few from the first heavy frost we got, just before the rising sun melted it off: